March 4, 2011 Subject:
Not his usual space soundscape - much more
There are a few hidden gems among the huge catalogue of Phrozenlight's music - which is predominantly spacey ambience. For those of us that enjoy repetition, brooding rhythm and no apology for track length this is what you are after. Along with "Sleepr", "Prophet or Alien" and "Disturbed Souls".
A relentless blend of sound that conjours the image of the title. It just keeps going until about 23m in, when you get a bit of a breather. It is not for long before it heats up for a while then another breather - and after an hour you are glad it is over - but you will be drawn back again another time - gripping.
January 27, 2010 Subject:
just a sequencer study??
This is a masterpiece of of intense sustained brooding.Is it available on cr/cdr??
July 5, 2007 Subject:
Space madness comes to your room
Haunting, creepy, lovely bass as well.
Yet another classic from Phrozenlight.
Reviewer:Peter Tedstone -
July 2, 2007 Subject:
Trapped in the Lost City
I’ve not heard all of Phrozenlight’s albums, but the ones I have played, remind me of this quote from Transequence’s myspace page “In Space No One Can Hear You Dream”. All the previous albums I’ve listened to have conjured up dreamy, drifting soundscapes that send you into a relaxed inner space where you can dream of the universe.
So it was with startled surprise when I fired this album up. Chaotic rhythms leap out the speakers, disturbing sounds creep up on you and a feeling of sheer dread descends into your consciousness.
Imagine if you will, that you are stuck in a nightmare. You are in a city and its dark and pouring with rain. You are cold, wet through and full of despair. Here and there are semi rotted bodies, cadavers strung to the leafless trees whose branches take on the appearance of skeletal arms stretching out into the void. The lightning flashes, but there is no crash of thunder.
The mist rolls in and you start to run, everywhere are dark alleys and shadows seemingly filled with danger. You know that something is hiding in the darkness and mist but you can’t see it, you just sense it. The endless cries of the tortured undead seep through the dense mist and your own soul screams with torment. There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to, no escape.